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kydeem alexander – 11pm in bensalem lyrics

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[verse 1]
you n-gg-s catching bars like yall catching cabs
yall wave your hand up
to get picked up
i’m in the lab formulating rhymes
while yall celebrating small times
where yall barely shine
i post a status now they wanna step outta line

you can wear that ugly -ss sweater
i’ll make it look better
shooting bars like i popped a beretta
call me king like the husband of the lady coretta

rest in peace
i gotta crown
i see through all of you clowns/like a ultra sound

you rapping about popping percs
while n-gg-s is getting merked
i’ll go berserk like red & blue candies
yellow & green
you jello & cream

black people we need to be united
not divided
they lock us up & give us numbers
awake from the slumber

black man is the target at birth
to them you’re only worth/the same is what they get outta dirt
white t shirt/turned crimson
shots penetrated the body
down with the body
my brother has his hands up
that’s f-cked up!

we’re pointing glocks at each other
k!lling each other
why? for the fact they give us guns & drugs
pull away employment
deployment of slugs in another brothers mug
next/the mug shot/after giving out head shots
all of that/to make dirty money
instead of honest money
tears flowing nose runny
a mother just lost a son
to a corrupted cop welding a gun

united we stand/divided we fall
like a choice & your finger tips
you make the call

every move you make
decides your fate…yeah!

i gotta a couple rounds in a magazine like gum ads
all paragraphs written
rhymes never ghostwriten
my catalog can be heard & bitten

but it’s like a -sshole yall ain’t shit if yall ain’t eaten

so it’s all good
eat sleep work & rap
then i’m repeating
bonding well with ya boy stop d-ck beating

(laugh) you whack manning
your flow whack mannnnn!
my bars crack mannnnn!

(laugh)

(acapella)
there is good in the bad & bad in the good
you’ll find both in the hood
a pack of skittles & shots in the body
i wanna have a son some day & don’t wanna place dirt over his body
if i stood my ground i’d be in jail on death row like suge

a man wanna bond with his child
not bury his child
all you rappers are my sons!
hotter than phoneix

broken bones when throwing stones
words don’t condone action only when acted appon
change gone come like mad squablz
all of you clowns been dead it isn’t unmissable

how can i end ya career if it never start
if raps your life i’m snapping it’s neck & stomping the spinal cord
& stabbing the liver
now that’s bodying a rapper

i want all my black people to be safe in the streets
letting go of all the hate & bitter feelings between the family
that’s the start to better our image

i must be misunderstood like im deion
no waiters
waiting for change? be the change they won’t accept the change
so i’ll keep my 2 cents to myself
wait i just gave it
naw keep it
vibes of sincerity is on the way!

another one!
another one!

- kydeem alexander lyrics

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